Professor Sen said: “Are you still drinking?” I said yes. He asked: “About the same amount?” I said yes.

Arjunaji indicated that was OK. And didn’t mention smoking fags this time around.

But Arjun did ask me how much I remembered about 2016. I told him: “About 20 percent.” He looked shocked. Of course I remember the death of Tony Dennis.

Met another top prof at the John Radcliffe, a man who specialises in occupational stuff. Apparently I was writing perfectly cogent IT stories for the whole weird period. He said: “OK, that’s a different part of the brain.”

Professor Butler is a very cool guy. He asked if I dreamed. Well I do, in full colour, panaroma view. He reckons I’ll have to take the anti-convulsant lamotrogine drug for the rest of my life. But, he added, rather wittily: “The condition is so new we haven’t had a patient die us on yet.”

THESE are the dull dark days before Christmas, but the henge will turn soon. A picture taken at dawn, in Mill Street, before the developers get their paws on the place and, willy-nilly, destroy the wild life round here. ♥

THIS WEDNESDAY, the great and the good will make a decision on the Mill Street Wall. Volesoft will be there to report on the adjudications of the august councillors on the plan. See here.

Over here – as a matter of record – are the observations of “interested parties” including quite a few from the residents, er that’s us.

Matters of wildlife will not be discussed at this planning meeting. Down the bottom of our gardens are havens of wildlife protecting us from developers and planners and the like.

Oxford Council just recently made a decision that the small area shouldn’t be developed. But Bellerbys – a college – has to put its studes somewhere. We’d suggest a brownfield site. But what can we proles do? We can do what we can. There’s a petition about the wild life here. In planning applications, wild life is not included apparently as a reason for accepting or rejecting stuff.

Strange, because under the UK BAP (UK Biodiversity Action Plan) local authorities are supposed to be mindful of and use in their considerations. A neighbour sends me this list…He says many of these have been found in this narrow strip of wildlife. Wonder how this will all work out… Many have been seen in the narrow strip – soon to turn into a narrow strop – between Mill Street and the railway line. All in all… ♠

Natural Environment and Rural Communities (NERC) Act 2006

S41 list. These are the species found in England which have been identified as requiring action under the UK BAP.

THERE WAS an awful smell of gas in the very lovely Mill Street in Oxford this morning. It’s almost as if someone wanted to blow the Victorian houses up and replace them with 10 story buildings.

Here’s the background to the sequence of today’s events. Oxford University is laying underground high broadband cables and our Mill Street is the victim – it’s an awful row and endless parking problems. Parking has been suspended while the contracting company grinds away at Mother Earth – inconvenience isn’t the word for it.

While grinding away, said contractors for Oxford University decided to destroy a gas main, and residents in the street smelled the gas because it was very very smelly indeed.

A resident complained – quite rightly – but the contractors were insouciant because what the heck, we are just the enemies of the Oxford University estate by living here.

At 8:10, I hailed a contractor and said there is an awful smell of gas. He said: “Do you smoke?” I said yes. And then he said close your front windows then. The gas man arrived with his divining rod, and more or less declared a shut down of activities. The contractors didn’t listen, and continued their eternal grinding of the street producing sparks.

Eventually, and really quite quickly, Southern Gas – the heroes of this story, arrived – asked the contractors to shut down their activities because the mains gas pipe had been breached, hence the stink. One of the contractors lit up a fag and ignored Southern Gas’ entreaties. The contractors@Oxford University had breached the main. Mill Street, Oxford 2, became a very noisy street as the ramifications developed.

Southern Gas – god bless them and amazingly I never thought I would bless the gas men – took a photograph of the breach of the mains, getting Oxford University contractors to sign off, and then proceeded in a southerly direction to my house.

For five hours or so, the contractors shillied and shallied while the gas board fixed the problem – I had noticed a lack of pressure when I tried to have a shower first thing this morning.

They smoked fags in a gas laden area, and at one point threw a fag into the trench Oxford University had made with so much noise and alarums.

Our gas was restored. The heroes here are Stephen Chadwick and his team from Southern Gas, who restored the service. The villain is Oxford University, which is subjecting Mill Street@Oxford 2 to cruel and unusual punishment, including noise and sparks. Oxford University should be ashamed of itself. But it has no shame, as far as Mill Street is concerned. Pictures follow. I feel sorry for the kids faced with the endless noise and fear of explosions. ♥

You may be wondering about the car outside the hoose. The contractors bumped it out of the way yesterday – in case there was congestion. How could the contractors be so careless? At one point there were three gas engineers in my front room. I seek recompense from these shoddy Oxford University cowboys. Pay up!